“Rekindle”
762 Words
Back in her office, Kia placed the files on her desk and sat down.
But instead of opening them again, she stared at nothing.
Her mind replayed one thing.
He’s sick.
She tapped her fingers lightly on the table.
Should I call him… or wait?
Another second passed.
Then she reached for her phone.
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The call connected after two rings.
“Hello…”
His voice came out low. Weak.
Kia straightened immediately in her chair.
“Mustekim?” she said, her tone softening without her realizing. “Hi… how are you? I heard from your colleagues that you’re sick.”
There was a slight pause.
“I’m fine, Kia…” he replied, though his voice said otherwise. “How are you?”
Her brows pulled together.
That wasn’t fine.
Not even close.
“You sound really sick,” she said, concern slipping through clearly now. “Where are you? Don’t tell me you’re at home and haven’t gone to the hospital.”
A faint chuckle escaped him.
“I’m home… the doctor comes around,” he said weakly. “You know I don’t like hospitals.”
Kia shook her head, a small scoff leaving her lips.
“Yeah… of course,” she muttered. “That’s how rich people behave.”
A soft laugh came from him, though it sounded strained.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
And in that silence… there was history.
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They talked a little longer—about nothing serious, yet everything felt heavy underneath.
Kia found herself listening more than speaking.
Just… listening to his voice.
Making sure he was still okay.
Eventually, she forced herself to end the call.
“I have work to do,” she said quietly. “Get some rest, okay?”
“I will.”
The line went dead.
But the feeling stayed.
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Hours later, needing a distraction, Kia called her twin sister.
Tia picked up almost immediately.
“Hey, babe!”
Kia smiled faintly. “I’m fine. How are you? And… are you feeling better?”
Tia sighed softly.
“I’m trying,” she admitted. “Just taking things one step at a time.”
“That’s my girl,” Kia said gently.
They both laughed.
Then Tia suddenly burst out laughing again.
“You won’t believe what happened today!”
Kia raised a brow, leaning back slightly. “What happened?”
“My period embarrassed me,” Tia groaned. “I didn’t even know it was coming today.”
Kia chuckled.
“I felt so stupid,” Tia continued. “But Ismail… he just smiled and told me to go clean up.”
Her voice softened.
“Before I came back, he had already changed the duvet and washed everything.”
Kia’s smile grew wider.
“I felt like a twelve-year-old girl,” Tia added.
Kia laughed softly.
“You know periods don’t follow our plans,” she teased. “But for a new relationship like yours… yeah, it’s a little embarrassing.”
They both laughed again.
“But he sounds amazing,” Kia added. “That was really thoughtful.”
“He is,” Tia said warmly. “So… how was your meeting?”
“It went well,” Kia replied. “But Mustekim wasn’t there. He’s sick… and from the way he sounded, it’s not something small.”
Tia’s tone changed immediately.
“Did he call you… or you called him?”
“I called him.”
“Oh…” Tia paused. “So are you going to see him after work… or are you pretending you don’t care?”
Kia smirked slightly.
“I called him. That’s enough.”
Tia sighed.
“You know how he gets when he’s sick,” she said softly. “And you… you panic every time.”
Kia went quiet.
“I know,” she admitted. “But we’ve broken up… even if he says we’re still together. I can’t just show up like nothing happened.”
Tia’s voice was gentle, but firm.
“He loves you, Kia. And you understand him better than anyone.”
Silence.
“Just trust that,” Tia added.
Kia didn’t respond immediately.
“I’ll call you later,” Tia said. “You sound busy.”
“Okay, twin.”
The call ended.
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Kia slowly lowered her phone.
Her office was quiet again.
But her thoughts weren’t.
Her eyes drifted to the window.
Then back to her phone.
Then back again.
Her fingers tightened slightly around it.
She told herself she wouldn’t go.
She told herself she shouldn’t.
But deep down…
She already knew.
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